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Miaka had finished her piles of boring paperwork, Yet her mind couldn’t focus on it like she could previously. The captain had disappeared and everyone within the squad now had more pressure on their shoulders. Even with the captain’s disappearance miaka knew that a new captain would just appear but still miaka worried for her family. Miaka was worried that she had not heard anything of her younger brother after he left the gotei. Miaka leaned in her chair Stretching her body before deciding to go on a walk around the gotei to see how everything was going. Still as she saw all the shinigami all hard at work and couldn’t help that she still had to do more than she could do now. It had been a while since she was last in combat and even miaka knew it was bad to slack on keeping up on one’s technique. It was difficult because of all the changes affecting the gotei.
Yet, Miaka couldn’t help to smile at the fact that things are at least looking up for the gotei. Miaka made sure no one was following her and headed to one of the lesser traveled area of the gotei. Within this area was a garden in the middle of a branching pathway. Miaka had no idea who originally grew this garden but it has become her escape in a sense. She would often come here to tend to the flowers alone and just relax. It would allow her thoughts and worries to fade. The various aromas and feel of the flowers just helped her refuel her motivation and continue dealing with the daily hassles in the gotei. Miaka grabbed her own Zanpakuto and wondered what it would say to her if she could communicate with it. She guessed that it would say something among the lines that she would need to stop doing some paper work and at least focus on her body.
Miaka had worked so hard to make sure that she could be the perfect example of how a shinigami should act and at least help guide others who needed it. Yet she knew that she needed to keep her goals in mind and not to lose heart. She may be missing family she has to remind strong for those who are left alive. Miaka jumped up and stretched her body she grabbed her Zanpakuto and practiced a few swings making sure that every swing was perfect that every cut and slice was the same. After a moment She stopped and sat back down putting her zanpakuto beside her. She knew that in battle she could not act the same as she trains. She lacked real battle experience something that all shinigami should have. Miaka sighed once again to turn to the garden and start tending to the flowers. Miaka would create a crystal flower using her power and place it as a beautiful lavender light to light up the garden at night. To share the beauty with those passing by at night.
Mirja the scamp was scamping around Soul Society. Recent events had put a hamper on her mood and she was looking for a way to bring this hamper back up to a level that didn't hamper her. So she was about, looking for friendly people, or at least someone to punch in the face. She wanted to go see Ibiki, to get hugs and comfort, and to be told that she had done wrong because there was comfort in being scolded by someone like Ibiki. She could just do it in a manner that put you at ease, like she did with Monsuta.
So she eventually found herself in the realm enforcement division, watching a cute girl swing her Zanpaktou. She was pretty skilled, but it was half-hearted. She had no desire behind the blade, there was no beauty, or drive. She was working off a book, having never had to swing a sword her way before. Or, possibly not realizing she could swing a sword her way. Either, or. Interested now, Mirja followed her to a garden, and found some rather beautiful plants around, which made her want to really go and say hi. Especially when she did the cool crystal powers.
So, using her Slip Stream to cover the distance in but a moment, Mirja appeared silently, the wind barely disturbed by her entrance, and lacking any form of Reiatsu, so not being able to be sensed in that manner. "Well, hello. What is such a cutie like you doing in Realm Enforcement? Is it because dad said you could never do anything martial, or something? I mean, you weren't terrible with a sword but there was no spirit to it so I'm assuming you've never been in an actual fight or tried to do things your way"
The girl jumped, as usual, and fell off her chair, burning up the crystals, which was interesting. Instinctive use of powers, or maybe the crystals just burned up if she lost control of them. That would suck for if you were making something fragile and someone snuck up on you, then suddenly you had burned your entire house down and were strangling the guy with his own intestines. Mirja wasn't too driven to find out exactly what the reason behind that was. Not yet anyway. She just wanted this girl to blush some more. Girls were always cute when they blushed.
"Lovely name. I gathered you worked here though. Not many of us randomly stroll into another barracks garden and plant flowers" she said, grinning broadly, before hearing her reasons for joining and giggling softly. "Ahh, yes. Paperwork. The bane of all us who enjoy punching things. I think if you went into the old 11th Division barracks, you'd find a stack of paperwork twenty seven miles high, were you to put it all in one large pile" she teased. Having been in the 11th division a long time ago, when the 11th division still existed, she was allowed to make such quips.
"However, I am Mirja Eeola. I'm from the Earth Affiliation Division. Although after this latest mishap, probably not for much longer. As for how I could tell, well...your movements were too. Too lacking, in imagination. You didn't put your heart into your swings, you just did them that way because you thought they were done that way. Which is how I know you've never fought. Because you'd get your ass kicked by anyone who knew what they were doing. As for how long I have been watching, only a few minutes. I'm not some crazy stalker, m'dear. Although you are pleasing enough on the eye to quality for stalker material"
Mirja grinned as the girl laughed. She had such nice laughter, Mirja felt as if she could really get along with her, and not entirely in a bedroom kind of way either. Not everyone she looked at like that had to go to the bedroom, despite her desires. Her libido was super high but it wasn't something that ruled every part of her life. Self-restraint was a different matter entirely, but still, she was going to dry and not make a move for this girl. If it turned out that way, she didn't exactly know, but still.
"Yea, I was part of the old Gotei. Fought in World War 3, Demonic Incursion, Maggot's Nest breakout. I like remembering my roots. Those who do not learn from history, are doomed to repeat it, and all that" she exclaimed, swishing her tail as she remembered the days in old Gotei. Full of fear, doubt, and ostracizing, but she wasn't going to tell the girl that. She was going to spice it up, make it sound good. And not the soul-crushing horror that it really was. Nobody told the truth when they could avoid it, unless the truth was good.
It seemed, however, that this girl was a little crazy. When Mirja pointed out there was no soul in her Shinigami techniques, she asked for help. At first, formal and straight laced, but then getting more and more worked up as the words left her mouth. She ended up shouting her begging of Mirja to train, as if the very world itself would come to an end if she did not get some training here, and now. "Hate to break it to you, love, but I barely know which end of the sword goes into the other man. If you really want to learn, look for a good teacher. There is Ibiki, and Tsubasa has just got up form his nap. There is also Hayden, is Vastime, and hell, even Henrex isn't that bad with a sword. Me personally? I'll teach you the best way to punch people in the face, but you seem to have chosen the sword and dual-classing isn't something that you should really do on a whim. Learning two things is harder than learning one thing, after all. Focus on the sword, or discard the sword if you feel it isn't you. Don't just use a sword because people say use a sword"
Mirja saw her revelation cause something to break inside the girl. She was even crying, albiet in a restrained, subtle manner that one would barely notice if they were not a perceptive wolf like Mirja. But she could smell the salt in the tears, and so it was impossible to hide them from her. The girl tried to recover, and speak, even giving her a crystal rose and trying some flirting herself, but Mirja shook her head softly and stood up, walking over to the girl and then moving to stuff her face into Mirja's latex-clad cleavage, strangely soft and warm, as Mirja worked to make that area more comforting than the rest of her granite-hard body.
"Don't. When you need to cry, then cry, my dear. It does not make you less of a woman. To release the feelings you are having is not a sign of weakness, but rather a sign that you have been strong, and you need to let it out. All emotions are like pressure, and if you keep it in for too long, you will explode. In anger, in despair, even in emotions you would prefer to avoid, like lust. And not all lust craves for the bedroom. Some craves for the battlefield" She told Miaka, stroking her hair comfortingly. "So please, cry and then we can talk about things of lesser importance"
Whether the girl would, or whether she would keep her walls strong and unfeeling, Mirja did not know. But she would always offer a hand to a girl in such pain as this one was. She was, when you got passed the mad flirting wolf, full of useful information she had gathered about how to deal with one's self. Either through experience, or by watching others, have experience.
She did not hold out for the sake of holding out, and let herself feel. It was good, and Mirja stroked her hair through it all, softly humming an old song she had heard somewhere, but could never remember where. Or even the words, she just knew the tune to it. Eventually, Miaka calmed herself down, which was good. Proper hysterics could go on for hours and Mirja wasn't sure she was prepared for the side-effects of those when Miaka finally came down from them. Nor would she be properly appreciative of what Mirja had to offer at a later date.
"You are welcome for the help, and honestly, it is no trouble at all. To help someone in need is the most noble of callings, and is not something that should be shunned for the mere thought of being busy" she told Miaka, before shaking her head softly. "And no, I'm not really one of those that goes in for the whole sis-con thing. I prefer things a little more smooth" She said, bending down to plant a kiss on Miaka's lips. It was more a test of how she would react than anything else.
Were the reaction to be positive, then Mirja would smile and continue talking about something that was rather important to her, convincing Miaka to come down and train with her at Vastime, with her Tulpa. But, that was only if she didn't recoil in disgust or flee is terror. Like the way Verniy backed up and over the nearest table in her haste to get away, and that wasn't even a proper kiss.